Prologue
President Snow's mansion, the last stop on my victory tour. My eyes wander through the crowds of people all lined up to see me, none of their faces stand out to me. Effie leads me toward the mansion, talking to herself about meaningless things, like hair colors and dresses and important people she spots in the crowd. As we're walking in some Capitol man brushes his hand against my shoulder and I flinch away from his touch. I absolutely despise all Capitol people, except for a very small few, and them touching me is definitely not something I'm comfortable with. I continue walking up the path into the presidents mansion, making sure no one else touches me.
I run a hand through my braid, contemplating what to eat next. I've just gotten my choices narrowed down between an orangish looking soup and some kind of chocolatey dessert, when something catches my eye. President Snow. I turn so I can fully face him, just to be sure, and I shiver. He's standing far up at the top of the staircase, staring directly at me. He must be making his speech soon or something. He holds my gaze and gestures for me to follow as he walks further into the mansion. What could he possibly want with me? Why now? I approach the grand staircase and the guards let me through, watching as I make my way up the stairs. A guard escorts me to what I can assume must be the Presidents study and quietly slips out, shutting the door behind me. Trapping me in here. "Come, have a seat." The president gestures to the chair across from his desk. I take a seat and smooth my dress over my hips, feeling unusually vulnerable. The dress is black and has a metallic quality to the black feathers that cover it, only coming to about mid-thigh. "I do hope you have been enjoying the party. It is after all, for you." I nod. I've never been one for talking, especially not to the president. "You're a very attractive young woman Miss Everdeen. People in the Capitol would pay a very high price for the pleasure of your company." My jaw drops at what he says and I have to force myself to close it. Is he really implying what I think? "I don't-" I shake my head unsure how to finish my sentence. He can't possibly be saying this. "Now, Miss Everdeen. I do hope you're not going to be difficult. Wouldn't want something to happen to that sister of yours...especially after all this trouble you've went through to save her." I swallow hard, feeling my throat tighten up at what he's suggesting. "I'm not going to be difficult." I mange to choke out, looking him dead in the eyes. "Very good. You should get back to your party." He says. When I don't move he continues. "Go ahead, enjoy the party. Eat, drink, dance, meet with all the most important people in the capitol. And by the end of the night I'm sure you'll have someone waiting to take you home." My skin crawls at his words, as I manage to stand. I run down the hallway as fast as I can, fueled by my rage. He's already put me through his twisted games and now he wants to sell me too? I have to take a break, hiding out in one of the empty rooms, so I can compose myself before returning to my party.
The clock ticks, three, two seconds until midnight. Just as the pointer ticks one more time, marking it as midnight, a man appears beside me. "Sneaking away from your own party?" I turn to get a better look at him and he smiles. The first thing I notice is his deep maroon hair. He must be at least twenty years older than me, but it's hard to tell in the Capitol. When I don't respond he leans in towards me. "You know, President Snow charged me a very high price for you, with you being a virgin and all, but you're going to make it worth it aren't you?" He asks, slipping a hand around my waist. I think I might be sick. The only thing that keeps me from running is the memory of Prim at home waiting for me. "Yes." I nod, more determined now than ever to get home to her in one piece
His fingers slide out of me and I wince in pain. "You're so tense. I need you wet if I'm going to do this right. You need to relax." He tells me, I can tell his patience is fading. I nod, forcing my body to relax more. I need to make this convincing. I close my eyes and guide his fingers back into me. I can do this. Instead of the Capitol man I picture Gale. I think of the way he looked in the woods, happy and at ease, and finally I begin to feel something. I pretend it's Gale's fingers inside of me, touching me, like I used to fantasize about at home. "Ah, yes. That's perfect." He brings his dripping wet fingers up to his mouth and sucks on them. Then he pushes himself inside of me, shoving me into the bed. The pain is bad, but not too much for me to handle, I zone out, making the right noises and moving when I have to, but other than that I feel completely empty, violated, and broken.
As soon as I step off the train the door closes. No one else is getting off here but me. A crowd of people have gathered as they always do when I come home, but not so much to greet me but just to stare. A pair of blue eyes stare back at me from the crowd and I recognize them almost instantly. He's here every time I return from the Capitol. My eyes lock with his, holding his gaze. I'm staring into the piecing blue eyes of Peeta Mellark, the boy with the bread.
A/N: first chapter! (even though its actually a prologue) I doubt I'll update this very often because of my other fanfics but comment what you think and I'll try to update as often as possible.
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Come Away To The Water
Fanfiction"Come away little lamb Come away to the water." She's drawn to his light like a moth to a flame and he's intrigued by her darkness. {WARNING: contains substance abuse, non-consensual sexual acts, and other dark topics}
